Songtext zu Ghost Royale
I am a saint
An icon made of plastic and self-contempt
Tortured by the desperate need to be loved by you
I surround myself with whores, animals and worms
I would rather make love to a rotten corpse
Then I would to you
I hope I bleed out at last
Lucky enough to cut myself
Running through my castle of glass
Get out of here, betrayal is a life-saver
Glory is temporary
Pain is forever
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the show
Enjoy the fool on his throne all alone
Anybody can see him, nobody can hear him
A slave in a golden crown
Selling his soul for a crowd that is blind
The standing ovation, royale celebration
For mighty king nothing
(Ghost royale)
It's a low-class masquerade, an intentional degrading
Nobody wants a saint behind a sinner's mask
It's a practical joke not even meant to provoke
The irony of a gracious God
Judged by filthy pats
I hope I bleed out at last
Lucky enough to cut myself
Running through my castle of glass
Get out of here, betrayal is a life-saver
Glory is temporary
Pain is forever
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the show
Enjoy the fool on his throne all alone
Anybody can see him, nobody can hear him
A slave in a golden crown
Selling his soul for a crowd that is blind
The standing ovation, royale celebration
For mighty king nothing
(Ghost royale)
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the show
Enjoy the fool on his throne all alone
Anybody can see him, nobody can hear him
A slave in a golden crown
Selling his soul for a crowd that is blind
The standing ovation, royale celebration
For mighty king nothing
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